- Felicity pushed the plate aside. “I can’t possibly eat anymore.” She looked over at Brent. “You ordered enough for three of me.”
- Brent leaned back in the chair and grinned. “As soon as Alec gets back to us, we may be running for the rest of the day. I thought we’d better eat while we could.” He nodded towards the sketch pad sitting on the couch beside her. “You get those finished?”
- She picked it up and studied it for a moment. “I think so. They had to have moved him sometime in the night; this is not the same dingy room he was in before.” She reached over and handed him the sketches of the small parts of the room she’d seen.